| After a peripatetic childhood, a young traveller finds his way on an ambitious journey gone badly awry.  Photo illustration by John Gall; Source photograph courtesy the author When Jon Lee Anderson was in middle school, he was sent to live for a year with his aunt and uncle in Liberia. When the year was up, he didn’t want to go back home, so he mentioned to his parents that he’d been invited by a Swiss adventurer to join him in a crossing of the Sahara by camel. Preposterous, he was told; he was just a kid. But that prospective trip would have been tame in comparison to the one he undertook a few years later, when he set out from England with the goal of hitchhiking to the Mediterranean and eventually finding passage to Togo. What could go wrong? A partial list: stolen bags, a torn Achilles tendon, scurvy. Support The New Yorker’s award-winning journalism. Subscribe today » | 
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